Stay with me

Sometimes, I close my eyes and float with the stars at night, cascading by the sleeping world. Slowly falling, softly soaring. Arriving inbetween the stars and the edge of darkness. A void that I'm not afraid of but know better than my fear. Waiting inbetween constilations and dreams. Always waiting, for what? Acknowledgment? Awe? What?  Yellow, champagne yellow greats me. A light older than any. I wait still. I wait always. Stay with me.
~B.L.G.